The Friday jog upto the alwarpet bus stop at 0520 was a little uncomfortable, the air seemed stationary, like someone had turned off the fan and had a good amount of humidity. Sure signs of a thunderstorm brewing somewhere. The bus showed up bang on time 5 minutes later to take me to santhome, the church looking beautiful in the blue morning glow.
Another 5 minute jog and im at the marina beach, a stiff wind is blowing in from the sea now. A small group already warming up for a game of ultimate. I drop my bag in the pile and join in for a pregame catch and throw session. Now my throws generally suck, but thanks to the strong wind that i had to throw against, i couldnt manage a single half decent wobbly throw. Each time, the disc is brutally diverted of its course and sends the runner into a frantic sprint to salvage it before it runs off into the main road.